Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
She just grins and hits the gas again. The track stretches out before us, a blur of asphalt and floodlights as she pushes the Ferrari faster, the speedometer climbing higher with each passing second.
“Do I really not get to drive?” I demand.
“Nope. Dante will kill me.”
“Aw, please? I didn’t come all the way out here just to ride shotgun.”
“You didn’t even know you were coming here!”
“C’mon,” I plead.
“Nope!”
“You’re evil.” Although maybe it’s for the best. I don’t want that Dante dude beating the shit out of me for scratching his Ferrari.
My gaze locks on Charlie as she slows the car, the hiss of the wind beyond the windows beginning to quiet.
“You’re incredible,” I tell her.
She glances over, those big eyes shining.
I reach across the center console, dragging my fingertips along the side of her throat. I smile when she shivers. “I love seeing this side of you. You should let it out more often.”
“Maybe I would,” she admits, “if I didn’t feel like I had to keep it all bottled up.”
She steers the Ferrari toward what looks like an airplane hangar. As we get closer, I realize it’s a garage. She drives through the gaping entrance and pulls to a stop, the engine humming softly beneath us before going silent.
I slide my hand over hers where it rests on the gear shift. “You don’t have to bottle anything up. You don’t have to hide from me or from Will. We want to see all of you. The good, the bad, the wild.”
She turns to face me, biting her lip. “You really mean that?”
I stroke her cheek. Her skin is so damn soft. “I always mean what I say.”
It’s like something inside her cracks open at my words, her walls crumbling as she leans in to kiss me. Slow at first, tender, but the hunger quickly grows, fueled by the adrenaline still coursing through our veins.
Charlie unbuckles her seat belt so she can angle her body toward me. Her chest is rising and falling, lips slightly parted. She’s turned on. So am I.
Her soft lips and the warmth of her tongue cause the rest of the world to fade away. I don’t care about the past or the future, only the here and now and the way this girl makes me feel so fucking alive.
We break apart just long enough for me to grab her by the waist and pull her across the console and onto my lap. I grip her hips as my lips crash over hers in another heated kiss. She moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“Fuck,” I mumble. “I want you so bad right now.”
She tugs at my shirt, pulling it over my head. “Then take me,” she mumbles back.
Our mouths meet again, and I’m slipping my hands beneath her sweater when I remember something.
I pry my lips away. “Hey, remember our chats on the app? Your fantasy?”
“Which one? We texted so many things that I—” She stops, understanding dawning. Her cheeks turn the sweetest shade of pink.
“Yeah, that’s the one,” I confirm. “You still game?”
She moans in response, and I don’t need any more encouragement than that. I open the car door and step out, lifting her with me. The garage boasts a chill, but someone—Dante, I suppose—must’ve been working here for a while with the heaters blasting, because warmth lingers in the air. The large space is barely lit, illuminated only by the bluish glow of the security lights.
Charlie presses her body against mine, her lips finding my neck as I walk her toward the front of the car.
“Right here?” I ask, low, teasing. But I already know the answer.
“Right here.”
A surge of desire rips through me. I lay her down on the hood, the red Ferrari glinting beneath her as she gazes up at me, flushed and needy. When I rest my hands on either side of her body, the cooling metal against my palms is a sharp contrast to the heat between us. I bend my head to kiss her, our tongues tangling as I pull her hips closer to the edge of the car.
“I’m so fucking glad I met you,” I rasp between kisses, my voice hoarse with need.
My erection strains painfully against my zipper. I don’t release it, because this isn’t about me yet. It’s about this goddess sprawled on the hood of a goddamn Ferrari, the girl whose eyes are burning with hunger. For me. I must’ve been a very good boy in another life for this wild, gorgeous, perfect woman to look at me this way.
Her breath hitches when I drag her sweater up to reveal the thin tank top underneath. I yank on the tank top to expose her bare, perky tits. Her nipples instantly pucker from the cool air, making my mouth water.
I kiss my way down her neck, past her collarbone, until I finally reach those delectable breasts. When I capture a hard nipple between my lips, she whimpers, and I suck on that tight bud until her entire body starts trembling. Then I lick my way to her other nipple and lavish it with the same attention. She’s breathing hard by the time I stop teasing her.